Time to Write, Time to Make New Plans

In less than 24 hours it’s going to May! It’s the month I look forward to most every year because it is the most time I have to devote to my writing. My son is still in school, and I’m not teaching. This is my time, and every year I need to focus to make the most of it. Last year, I didn’t take much time to do this, and I underwhelmed myself. The year before, I spent more time planning, and got more done. Did I accomplish everything that I wanted to? No! But I cut a swath. This May, I want to cut another one.

What I have to do in the next 24 hours to get started by the evening of May 1st. Go! Go!:

Evaluate and give paper feedback to 13 more students, attend a 3-hour Minor in Writing Commencement Ceremony, Print off and send my second poetry manuscript to a few contests, write a synopsis for my first poetry book that’s coming out this Fall! (more information about that another time), feed Ambrose some kind of dinner and help him finish his book about a talking cat named Scarf and his owners who are battling “The Terrifying Spring.”

Then–it’s my writing time! What am I going to do? I’m going to draft 25,000 words of a novel I began last summer. I haven’t had any time to look at it since I left off in mid-August, though the opening of the novel is also a 23-page short story that appeared in The Rumpus┬áthis January.

Why 25,000? Because it’s half of a nanowrimo word count for a month. As a slow writer and an only parent who is also participating in conference in May, 25,000 words is plenty challenging. I’m already excited and anxious. I’m writing this and already wanting to fudge the numbers. How many words do I already have? I don’t know . . .let’s count this up . . .

14,346.

39,346 by May 31st. That’s the goal.

I was reading a friend’s blog entry today about passive-aggressive compliments people who aren’t doing anything give to people who are. It’s smart and funny, and Amy, who is one of the kindest and most thoughtful people I’ve met, seems uncharacteristically and delightfully pissed.

It’s hard to make things. And it’s worth the time.